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All good things come to an end. Thank goodness, the trip of a lifetime would end while we still had a few dollars left, could still limp along and still owned the shirt on our back.
The day of our return we “Ubered” through Monday morning London rush hour traffic to Heathrow Airport. I had thought New York City cab drivers were fearsome. The Pakastani, our driver, met every qualification.
